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Frank nodded. He followed Ken silently, not wanting to show his presence. Stalking was part of his job, he can become the shadow of someone when he wanted to. As he walk, he reload his guns with a special cartridge...one that packed extra holiness. Frank didn't bother checking if Anton was following, he didn't need any help. This is a job he needed to finish alone. Staying close to a wall a few yards away from Ken, who was waiting for Ryaia, Frank wished he brought his machine gun along.

Frank can't help but thinking about breakfast as he wait for Ryaia to show up, assasins have to eat too. Perhaphs he should inform Ken about the woman he's about to meet...but perhaphs not.

Neil chuckled softly, hearing the Russian woman's rolling voice in that challenge. It was an odd sound to come from the lips of a man in the middle of eight soulless shells and would have raised questions about his sanity, if he wasn't a semi-immortal being that had seen battles rage across the world and hundreds of friends and lovers die over the long five hundred years of his life time.

"As ta lassie said" he countered in a soft voice, "We're here to clean up, if you do what we ask you too, everything will be okay."

An elegant brow quirks at the Scot. It almost sounds as if he is threatening the detective, but Sofia does not speak up. Instead, she studies the other Vigilant. In the seventy-eight years that she's been alive, Sofia has not come across someone like herself. She's heard rumors, encountered Poppets, Incubi and Succubi, but she has never crossed paths with another Vigilant. She knows they are nearly ageless, and possess unique powers.

Sofia's hands twitch slightly, and a few stray pebbles in the distance scrape against the concrete ground. She wonders what the other Vigilant's power is.

Neil gave the Russian an almost lazy, bored look, as he continued to examine the bodies. Some Vigilants worked in groups and some preferred to wander alone, seeking their foes in a time lost to all but themselves. He himself drifted between such wanderings, needing a few decades alone to wallow in sorrow of friends lost to the grinding wheels of time.

Most times, when meeting a fellow immortal, they test each others powers, if to see who is the stronger or is they can work together. Without even looking or making any motions that might be interpreted as doing something strange, the Scot reached out with his mind. Slowly, stones and pebbles lifted from the ground, forming themselves into lines on the edge of the light, over some old newspaper. If the detective should have looked behind him, the stones would have dropped noiselessly from sight. The lines were not a continuous flow bur rather a series of dots, each forming a letter.

Stop That

Ryaia walked up to ken a look of relief on her face. She hugged him and said "I'm so gald you're here"
Well it wasn't a lie she was happy to see her soon to be Poppet.
"We should go on in before he sees me out here and does something rash."
She needed to work fast on this one as she felt danger was near.

Sofia took the time to blink at the floating pebbles, trying to decipher the letters they seemed to be spelling out. Instead, she was taken back at the Scot's display of his abilities. She found it quite strange, and almost appealing, that he shared the same power as her. Unconsciously, Sofia's concentration on the floating pebbles behind the detective caused a few trashcans to rattle in the distance, almost as if a cat had been rummaging through them, before they began to lift into the air, one by one.

"Pray tell, Scot," Sofia began, using her peripherals to study the other Vigilant in the group. "How exactly did you hear this calling?"

Frank felt relieved when he saw Ryaia showed up. Now was his chance, he knows for a fact the she won't die from just a simple bullet, but it would take her some times to regenerate. From the shadow of his wall, Frank raised his gun and fired as Ryaia hugged Ken, and watched as her head explode into a fountain of blood. After his shot, he leaped over to Ken, leaving a five feet distance between them and said: "Hey buddy, that was a demon too. Similar to the one you met last night, except this one id a female. Watch, she'll come back in a few secs."

Anton slowly followed, "Subtle. Very subtle. But, she wasn't bad looking actually." Rubbing his chin, "Oh. What am I thinking? She is a Demon." Smacking himself in the face, standing a bit taller, he looked at Ken, trying to get professional. "Yes, she was a Succubi. I would stay away from her; unless you want to be just like Lexi." Narrowing his eyes, smiling and trying to threaten him with the truth. ""Frank. You can't just go around shooting Demons. They come back stronger you idiot." Touching his temples and lifting his gun out further, "Come on princess."

Frank replied: "I only get subtle when the job requires me to. Last time I checked, no one's paying me for this. Heck,I didn't even get paid for my official job in this city yet. *sigh* " Frank reached in his jacket and pulled out a third hand gun and threw it at Ken, he explained: "Here's a free gift, for your protection. If you see her again, don't be afraid to empty a round into her."

Ken stepped back, in shock, wiping blood off of his face.
"What... The ...Hell? She's a demon too?" He looked around him, dizzy sudenly. he looked down at the gun in his hands.

Lexi remained in the room, drowning out the thoughts of everyone else. Many of them had left, and to her knowledge, only Tovah possibly remained; but she could have easily left too whilst Alexis was lost in her memories.

A wave of something struck her, making her eyes blur and her mind fill with a long unbearable screech. Her face twisted in pain, and her lips quivered.

"Finally, they left." Purred Damon, appearing in the room. "Come my love, it is time to show them why we call you Poppet." The voice was so strong, so unbelievable, that Lexi felt herself both despising it and falling victim to it.

Her eyes cracked open and she looked up to see the beautiful Damon. He wore a corderoy jacket with a wool collar over a wife beater and jeans with steel-toed boots. His hair tumbled black as coal over his shoulders in soft curls.

"Why Damon?" She whispered... But her eyes turned black, and her body was under his control, as his hand lurched into her head, black and twisting, and he began using his poppet as he wished...

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Jake looked over at the Scot and the Russian and laughed.
"You two sure are getting along aren't you? Well if you all are meant to do something about this, can you at least assure me that there are more than two of you?"

His hand reached out to touch the head of a Poppet, but the skin of the poppet turned pitch black.

Jake lurched back and fell onto his rear.
"What the hell?!"

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All across the city, Poppets began to fall under a rich black spell as the first wave of ascension occurred. The eight dead Poppets rose, their dead bodies lingering in the air and turning pitch black as they saw the Vigilants through cold glassy eyes.

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Dweebs- your character should not attack anybody, but he should at least fall into a black-out of sorts

Frank grunted and doubled over. He groaned as the black, reversed cross on the right side of his chest burned, trying to submit him under its control. The reverse cross was glowing, it glows with such intensity that a black light can be seen through Frank's shirt. The pain was just as intense as the black light. Frank dropped on the ground, feeling confused and hurt at the same time as he tried to fight what ever was taking him over.

His mind flashed back to the night he came crawling to the church door where his friend Bill was at. After explaining what happened to Bill, the first thing Bill did was drawing a cross on Frank's left side of the chest, over his heart, with "christ's blood". "Just in case," Bill said, "When in need, you have to believe."

The word "believe" echoed in Frank's mind as he lie there. The pain was more confusing than it hurts, Frank was losing control, and his sanity. -Believe, huh?- Frank thought, -Well, I suppose if those demons exist...so does God. If you're up there watching, whoever you are, please help this lost soul from the dark, please shield me. I need you now than ever...please...- That was all Frank could think of. A second later, a white glow showed it self, shining radiantly through Frank's shirt, overpowering the dark glow. A white cross formed itself where Bill drawed it ten years ago.

Frank screamed, not because of the pain, but beause he was overwhelmed. All he can see is a whiteness. Suddenly he found himself on his feet, no longer in pain. He looks up and murmured: "Guess some one up there still like me..." He gripped his gun, getting ready just in case Ryaia comes back.

(This is just extra)

Over at Australia, Bill had an omious feeling. He kneeled in front of the altar and prayed for Frank.

"Holy shit, what are you doing?" Tovah yelled as Damon apeared from no where. SUddenly, Lexi was twisting, turning, moving in ways that could only be described as utterly un-natural. Tovah was in horror, frozen, unsure of how to help Alexis. Should i attack him? try to help her? Call for help? she made of her mind and started to hit Damon with a brush she found on Lexi's dresser. "HEY! Stop!" Tov hit him again. "You alraedy took her soul, what else do you want?" Tovah stopped, swallowed and added, "Hurt me. You've already done enough to her."

Damon turned angrily, staring at the young woman with anger.

"Stupid wench." He said, using his free hand to swat her away without seeming effort- though the blast itself was strong enough to throw her across the room.

Lexi's fingertip holding the black cut began to ache, and soon the black mark spread over her finger, hand, and arm like a blight. Covering her skin in black threads and veins, twisting over her body until her skin was black, until her hair was a soft white, and her eyes were blacker than her skin.

Her body twisted and writhed as her grey lips parted to let out a cry of pain.

"Good." Damon purred...

Before Tovah would've been hurt too bad by a fall, arms wrapped around her waist and caught her, pulling her into a warm embrace. Lorenzo nuzzled his nose to her neck, smiling at the feel of her.
"I would not let him hurt you." He whispered, looking up at Damon.
"You know the rules Damon, do you not sense her mark? She is only to be touched by me, nonetheless you've no right to hurt her." His rich Italian voice declared in a manly depth as he tightened his soft grip on Tovah.

"You know the rules Damon. And to hurt a mortal during the first wave of ascension? Remember the rules Damon, they'll help you."

Damon nodded, lifting his hand from Lexi's body. Lexi rose, black strings rising off her skin and disappearing in the air above her.

Her body began to dance into a smooth walk as the strings began to pull her.
"Now let's go show the others why we call them Poppets." Damon chuckled, moving out of the apartment and on the trail of the other humans and Vigilants.

Tovah held her breath, waiting for her back to hit the ground with mind numbing force. Instead, muscular arms held her. Her green eyes slowly opened, catiously, revealing Lorenzo, the man from the apartment. Tov was stunned. Where the hell did he come from? And what "rules" was he talking about?" Her small body squirmed in his grasp. "Hey," She whispered. "Um, what's your name? And what is he gonna do to Lexi?" She asked Lorenzo, turning in his tight grip to face him. "And where the fuuck are they going?"

The trashcans that had rose in the distance fell noisily to the ground as Sofia begins to take a few steps backward, watching as the dead Poppets begin to rise, their skin charred. Her eyes widen, and in a hasty decision she takes on her defensive stance. Her left palm is directed in Jake Rogers' direction, and with a quick, "Get out of here!", Sofia fingers clench as if she is grabbing the front of another person's shirt. She throws her arm back, and with it Jake goes flying down the alley.


She glances at the Scot briefly before focusing on the Poppets once again. "I hope you're as skilled with your powers as I presume you to be," she says, eyeing the blackened Poppets warily, hands in front of her, ready to attack.

Damon walked swiftly towards the others, only to see an injured Succubus on the ground.

"You will never learn. Ha." Damon lifted his hand, and Lexi's arms rose above her head as her body arched slender and perfect into a sacrificial look, as though she were tied to an invisible stake.

"But I've business to attend to. Enjoy my Poppet." He chuckled. His thick and masculine build turned black and shrouded away in those same stringy dissents. The strings attached to Lexi's wrists, arms, neck, waist, knees, and ankles seemed to yank upwards. With that, Lexi propelled up in an inhuman jump, only to land before the Vigilant Anton.

The string of her left wrist rose and yanked itself. Following the string's motion, Lexi lifted her arm back, and slapped the back of her hand impossibly hard against Anton's cheek. Her face was etched with pain, and though be they solid white- her eyes were screaming for a saviour.

But she had no control. The wave of ascension had struck, and rendered her useless to her own abilities...

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The eight Poppets lifting their arms, as if they were tied to stakes. The position remained a moment. Jake tumbled down the alley from the mental swing, and looked wide-eyed up at Sofia.

The Poppets then brought their arms down, and parted their lips for ancient cryptic calls of sorrow, just before their bodies thrashed towards both Vigilants. Their arms swung up and their strings whistled as they were drawn and thrusted to make the Poppets dance under the command of demons in the sky.

Ryaia just laughed as she reformed her body turned to shadow as wings appeared on her back "No one can save you my poppet" she told Frank as a black fire appeared around him his dark cross grew "You come with me it is i who gave you this power you are nothing without me"

Ryaia raised her hand and the dark strings of shadow fire wraped around Frank and began to pull him away as Ryaia flew into the air.

Jarose walked down out onto the street with only some pants and some boots. Jarose loved the rain, but one thing he loved more then rain was to take souls. The rain slid down his glistening detailed, almost sculptured ripped muscles. The water ran down his impossibly hard and god-like abbs and his whole body was wet as he walked in the rain from block to block.

"Dam I need some souls... I need them soon... I need to find an edible creamy one to fill my appetite." He said outloud in his normal soft voice. He then saw a girl with soft green eyes... She was in trouble and needed help... He walked over to the window which the whole mess was happening. He kicked the window in with his boot and jumped in. Jarose stared Lorenzo in the eyes and said. "Leave now!" in an angered town. His muscles began to harden and his veins began to pop almost like Anacondas. He was beginning to grow angry. He wanted the girl
In truth he wanted anything edible that was not an eyesore.

He looked at her with a hungry glare. "What a tasty soul this one has but something is odd about her." He said out loud, as he licked his lushious and soft lips.